The day was bright, clear blue sky, snow trying to melt under the blinding sun.
A giant, pointy ice stalactite formed at the end of a gutter. Drop after drop.
I watched part of it happen. It was a great thirty seconds. Then I move on with my boredom from where I was standing to the couch, on which I drop like the proverbial potato.
When was the last time I got bored, I wondered. It’s such a luxury very few can afford, doing nothing. Starting with yours truly.
It is so not productive, so not doing… something.
It’s soooo great to get to be bored.
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